She shook her head. “You’d have to carry me out of here. I’m not used to alcohol anymore.”
I would have happily carried her, but I didn’t want her to get sick.
I stood and pulled her to her feet.
I grinned when she wobbled a little on her high heels.
She obviouslywasa little tipsy.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and put my mouth close to her ear. “I could easily take advantage of your slightly inebriated state.”
She snorted as we walked through the restaurant toward the exit. “You wouldn’t be taking advantage of me. I’m always way too eager to let you touch me.”
Yeah, and I felt like a lucky guy every single time she let me explore that gorgeous body of hers.
“I want you so much,” Sierra said quietly when we finally left the restaurant.
My gut twisted when she looked up at me with desire in her eyes.
My woman wanted, and it killed me not to give her what she needed.
Yeah, maybe her inhibitions were lower because she’d had a few glasses of wine, but the yearning in her beautiful green eyes was fucking real.
“Get in,” I said tightly as our limo pulled up and the valet opened the car door.
I didn’t miss the appreciative look that the valet gave my woman as she slid into the vehicle.
Mine!
Hell, I knew men were going to look sometimes, but that didn’t mean I had to like it.
I tried to tell myself that the looks didn’t matter as long as they didn’t touch, but I knew that was total bullshit.
Those appreciative glances from other men made me possessive as hell, an emotion I never thought I’d ever experience.
I tipped the valet instead of punching him in the face, which took some effort.
Mine!
I dropped the desserts on the floor of the car and closed the partition between ourselves and driver.
The need to satisfy and claim my woman was killing me, and I knew I was never going to make it to the hotel.
I’d probably be disgusted with myself later for being a caveman, but at the moment, I just didn’t give a rat’s ass.
Sierra
My back was flat against the seat of the vehicle in a heartbeat, Asher’s upper body pressing me hard against the cool leather.
My brain was a little muddled.
The wine glasses had been large, and I knew I was a little intoxicated.
Still, I wasn’t completely drunk.
“Asher?” I said in a confused voice.
He was close, so close that I could feel his warm breath on my face, but I couldn’t see his eyes because the limo was relatively dark.
